32 Week Update

Firstly sorry I missed the 30 Week update, we have been so busy, but rest assure nothing remotely exciting happened at 30 weeks.  I still cannot believe I have gone beyond the 30 week mark! I remember when I’d hear women say they were 30 weeks pregnant in the past and I’d think to myself, “Oh my gosh, you are going to have your baby tomorrow!” Ha! Now that I’m the one who is 32 weeks along, I feel like 8 weeks (give or take) seems like an awfully long time until our little one is supposed to arrive.

So 32 weeks, Baby Free is the size of a Jicama (a what? A Mexican yam, to be exact. I think the people who pick these must be running out of fruits). Well my Jicama is growing fast now, and so I am I- I have put on 21 lbs since my booking appointment, which I have found hard to accept, but then I remember that it’s keeping baby and me healthy. I do feel like this particular Jicama has had a growth spurt this week, I am really starting to feel the weight of the baby. Bending down has become something I particularly dread, I find myself thinking about ways I can reduce how many times I have to bend down- one tactic I go for is shoving things with my feet into one big pile and then picking everything up in one go, however the difficulty is then getting back up. Once I’m down, I tend to stay down so I can figure out how I will  get back up.

This week we entered the world of ante-natal classes, I had no idea what to expect, all my knowledge on ante-natal classes came solely from sitcoms. Needless to say the classes were quite different from my expectations. They were helpful and a nice way to meet other mums and dads to be. Our first class was ‘Life with new baby’, in which we learnt all the essentials on how to care for our baby in the first few weeks. We then had ‘Labour and Labour pains class’ I admit this one was slightly daunting and really brought to life that literally in a few weeks I will be pushing out my baby. However I would really recommend going to a birthing class, if, like me you are a  first time mum. For us labour is the unknown- We don’t know what to expect, what its going to feel like, how long we will be in hospital for, so the more you know, the less scary it will seem when the time comes. (Hopefully!).


Baby Shower Invitation Ideas and Free Downloads



My Baby Shower is looming, so I thought I’d share how I made my invites, the prints I created I have made so you can download and use. Have fun!

What you need – 

  1. Free ‘Save the date’ printables found here
  2. Free insert printables found here 
  3. Brown Card
  4. Scissors or Scalpel (and cutting mat if using scalpel)
  5. Double sided tape
  6. Ruler
  7. String
  8. Pen
  9. Hole-punch

The expectant father – From his point of view

Hey, I have always meddled with the idea of starting a blog, So I thought I’d have a little go and post one blog on Paige’s. Anyway what better time as I’m sure you are aware I’m currently impending Fatherhood. I’m 22 years of age and Paige has a bun in the oven, so to speak. A little bit about myself; I currently work at a sugar production factory, which is a really “sweet” job! All puns aside it’s a pretty interesting job. My hobbies are the typical to any young male, Rugby (watching now days) Photography, Furniture refurbishing and a spot of shooting.
Fatherhood. Becoming a dad, daddy, father, old git, old man, gaffer, whatever you fancy. where do I start?  I’ll start where it all started for me. Sat in a little cupboard at work perched on a stool, not knowing the life changing news that was about to hit me like a Mike Tyson uppercut when I swiped right to answer the phone to Paige. It sends shivers down my back just thinking about it. It’s weird as soon as I heard the slight mumble from her voice I knew what she was about to tell me, or try to tell me. If you’re not expecting a baby, listening to your partner trying to spit out the words I’m pregnant can be quiet amusing. It’s like she was a stuck record, “rob, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m Rob I’m pre-e-gnat” I’m sure everyman at this point has a very different reaction. Now I’m not trying to blow my own trumpet but I feel I handled the news very well. Keeping a calm voice, I managed to help calm Paige down. I mean, yes I had control of my voice but my body on the other hand was shaking so much I feel off the little stool. So that’s my memory of being told I’m going to be a father, Paige- a mess in a public toilet and me- sat now on my arse in a cupboard at work. Picture perfect.

You know the moment you receive that call or your sat down and told you’re going to have a child it really does change you instantly. It’s as if a big switch in your head just gets turned on and you subconsciously evaluate everything you have and are as a person. knowing from this moment forward you need to be responsible and be the most supporting and loving man you can be for your partner and child. On a less serious and major bonus, other than having little mini me soon to be plodding around. You can now do all those things every Dad does. Such as wear sensible knitwear, do DIY whatever time of the day and have the occasional whiskey in the evening. However, my personal favorite, pretend you know everything about everything. I have already taken full advantage of a few of these traits but this one for sure my body seems to know it’s becoming a fatherly figure, suddenly growing a small forest on my chest. Yep I’m now a man.
I can’t even begin to put together a sentence or paragraph to say how much of a gift or miracle It is to know you are bringing a life onto this planet. To know that the little butternut squash sized human being, that’s currently chilling upside down kicking mummy in the ribs is going to grow up into a 22-year-old man (like myself) or lady (like Paige) and have a their very own life and opinions and love to give. To know that child of mine is going to rely on me to help them grow into the person they want to be, for me to help aid them and support them and give them all the knowledge and love I have. But one thing is for sure I will do my very best!